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You made your bed,
Now just sleep in it,
And dreams will cut the words out.

I grind my teeth,
grind my teeth to chalk,
finding words to say to you.

Any fool,
Fool can carry on,
with grand delusions.

Any dog,
Dog like me could find,
the best way through the fence...
You just don't think about the time.
You just don't focus on the time. Oh,

Of all the things you planned and never did.
Of all the things you asked of me...

While you worried 'bout the time.
You just worried 'bout the time.

Oh, oh, oh
Ohhhhhhhh

This neighborhood,
This hood's a border town,
Plagued by numbers.

This fallen tree,
Tree turned into boards,
boarding-up the doors to you.

Of all the things you planned and never did.
Of all the things you asked of me...
All the things you said, and never did.
Oh all the things you promised me.

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